We outran the snow on the way to Omaha, but it caught up the next day. The day of our show the road conditions were steadily worse. The area cancelled schools. There were so many wrecks in the city that the police quit issuing accident reports. Note to self: Don't tour the Midwest in the heart of snow season:) Anyway, we played to a handful of brave souls at Mick's and we'll look forward to getting back under better conditions. The real gravity of the situation hit home when we were headed back to our hotel. The comfort inn, where we were staying, sits atop a fairly large ridge and the road up was covered in snow as the road crews had not gotten to most of the city streets. We got about halfway up the hill and completely lost traction! The road had iced over in the last few hours. We backed up and tried again with no luck.. After watching a few others try to conquer the hill with similar results we were resigned to the fact that no one was going up that hill. What to do? Leave the car at the bottom of the hill and walk the half mile up with guitars, cellos etc.. Snow chains? I checked with a gas station close by and learned that snow chains were illegal in the city and I was unlikely to find a store that sold them at this hour anyway. I talked with a local and asked was there an alternate route to the inn. He suggested going back to Maple street (the main road) and crossing the interstate to see if one those roads led back to the inn. All dead ends. It looked like the up the hill was the only way!! We had seen another road past the hotel during the day so we figured there had to be another way. We doubled back a couple of blocks running into a few tough hills there too. Crossing towards the ridge the roads gradually climbed. We were headed up the ridge in the right direction. This was starting to look good! Passing through residential neighborhoods we finally saw the comfort inn sign in the distance! Yes, we made it. Thank God we wouldn't have to hike through the snow with our instruments tonight. After a good laugh, and feeling like mice who'd found our way to the ever elusive cheese, we loaded in and went to sleep.